*ALL COUPLES SHOULD BE PATIENT TO READ THIS WRITEUP TO THE END*

Susan attended a funeral service of her friend who lost her husband at Langata Cemetery.

Susan held her wailing friend strongly as the casket was lowered into the freshly dug grave.

Susan's friend was screaming "My husband don't leave me, please, don't leave me!" as people looked on feeling sad for her.

The children were screaming too. Losing a father is not an easy thing.

If not for Susan, the friend would have thrown herself into the grave to be buried with her husband who died of suicide. Because, the husband found no meaning in life and he killed himself.

Susan remembered the many times the friend would say she is tired of her good for nothing husband and here she is screaming and feeling lost because the husband is no more.

The friend cried till she fainted. Susan and others there carried the devasted woman to an ambulance for first aid.

As Susan watched the spectacle of broken hearts crying for a man who will never ever come back, Susan remembered her husband.

Susan remembered how much she takes her husband for granted.

How she talks to him however she pleases.

How she gives him prolonged silent treatment over issues they can easily resolve.

How she denied him sex many times. And she asked herself "What if it my husband that is buried today how would I feel?" Susan thought.

Susan remembered that she argued with her husband and he left the house with tension between them just because after all these years, he still leaves his plate in the living room instead of taking it to the sink after eating.

"God forbid that my husband die, but what if as my husband went out in anger and never returns and passes on, is this the last memory I would like my husband and I to have?" She thought again.

Susan began to remember all the wonderful things her husband has done in the past, which she never taught of before except complaining.

Now, in her heart, she began to appreciate him for all his efforts no matter how small it was.

At that moment, she realise her areas of improvement, and said to herself "there is no other man I would rather share my life with than my loving husband."

She thought of life without him and it scared her. And said, "I would rather have disagreements with my loving husband than to lose him to death. I prefer his sense of humour and laughter than to cry for losing him."

That evening, after Susan took her widowed friend to a safe place, she passed by at the supermarket and bought her husband a card saying "Thank you for being in my life"

And when she got home, she cooked her husband's favourite meal and asked her children to join her in celebrating her husband.

That night, her husband came home expecting a fight from Susan, but instead, he got greeting and hugs from Susan and the children.

He was welcomed with songs, dancing and laughter, cute drawings of him with warm messages from the children, a home cooked meal, pleasant conversations. And Susan's husband bust into tears when Susan and the children told him how much they love him and then surrounded him to pray for him.

A grown man cried like a baby because of love. He felt needed and he asked them "Is today father's day?"

Susan looked into his eyes and said, "No, it is lovers day. Because, everyday is special with you around me from now on, we will do nothing but love each other.

I don't know how long we have to live together, but it will not be wasted by fights, misunderstanding, complains and lack of appreciation.

In case you have forgotten, "I love you"

"I love you too" said Susan's husband as he kissed and hugged Susan, the children dancing and cheering on.

Children long for a home where mom and dad give each other warmth.

Since then, both Susan and her husband have been a stronger and more loving couple after realizing that tomorrow is not guaranteed.


~ Sometimes the death of someone wakes us up to the reality of life.

~ Don't let the death of your spouse wake you up to the reality of life, it will be too late.

~ God forbid, if your spouse die today, will you regret how you have been treating him/her?

~ Do you think living alone without your spouse will be joyful to you?

~ Will you be able to transfer your children to another man or woman whom they have not grown to know?

~ If you decide to be a single father or mother, will you be able to do the job alone?

~ Can you stand the pain of your kids asking why they don't have a father or mother like others?

~ What is it that you cannot mend in your marriage?

~ No doubt its not easy, but prayerfully love your spouse while he/she lives. It rubs on the children as well.

So mend your home, don't destroy it.

Diabetes didn’t start today.
It didn’t begin with your blood sugar test.
It didn’t begin the day you got “120” on your glucometer.
It began years ago—
Before the labs.
Before the symptoms.
Before the belly fat had a name.
It started with:
– That constant craving for something sweet
– That tiredness you blamed on “work stress”
– That 2AM hunger you treated with biscuits
– That nap after every swallow
– That weight you couldn’t shake no matter how “small” you ate
The journey to diabetes is long.
And quiet.
And slow.
Until it’s not.
Some people feel it early—
Neuropathy.
Blurry vision.
Erectile dysfunction.
Mood swings.
PCOS.
Constant thirst.
Others? They coast through life with sugar dancing in their veins and don’t know it—until the damage is too deep.
And yes—
Some people are lucky.
Some are not.
But don’t count on Lady Luck.
She doesn’t always show up.
And when she does, she doesn’t always dress well.
Sometimes she comes too late,
With a cane and a dialysis machine.
This is not fear.
This is forecast.
If your body is already whispering—
Don’t wait for it to shout.

What is the difference between dating and courtship?
The courtship definition is: the process of prospective marriage partners getting to know each other. Dating is similar, but not the same. Dating also refers to prospective partners getting to know each other, but dating is not necessarily always done in pursuit of marriage. However, dating is commonly used as a form of courtship.

What are examples of courtship?
Courtship is the period of time where couples spend time together and get to know each other before deciding whether or not to take the relationship to a more serious level, such as marriage. Some examples of common courtship activities include: going on dates, having conversations, texting or interacting on social media, giving gifts, physical affection, and dancing.

What is the meaning of courting someone?
Courting is the process of getting to know someone to decide whether or not to pursue a more serious relationship with them. Courting may also involve convincing the other person why a serious relationship would be a good idea.

*A true life story meant for women or men who always taught it's done with them when their marriage doesn't bring forth children.*

*She Adopted 5 Boys Nobody Wanted — 27 Years Later, They Did Something She Never Expected.*

*Gloria Adebayo was 35 when life tested her strength. After five years of marriage and multiple failed fertility treatments, her husband walked away — no explanation, just a short note on the kitchen table:-*
*“I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.”*

*The silence that followed was deafening. Gloria battled loneliness, shame, and the heavy weight of dreams unfulfilled. But she wasn’t the kind of woman to stay down for long.*

*In 1997, during a volunteer shift at a local child welfare center in Lagos, she met a set of brothers — five boys, all under the age of 10, abandoned by their relatives after the death of their parents.*
*No one wanted to adopt them because they came as a group. And so, they stayed… waiting.*

*Something in Gloria’s heart stirred.*

*She didn’t have the resources. She didn’t have a husband. But she had love — so much love, and she knew it wasn’t meant to stay locked up in her heart.*

*One by one, she brought them home. First Segun, then Tunde, then the twins, Ikenna and Ifeanyi, and finally, baby Chuka. Raising them wasn’t easy — there were hospital visits, school fees, tears, and teenage drama. But there was also laughter, dancing in the rain, and Sunday mornings filled with jollof rice and gospel music.*

*Years passed. The boys grew. One became a civil engineer. Another started a non-profit. One moved abroad and became a teacher. Two others joined the police force. But they all remained close to home… and close to Mama Gloria.*

*In December 2024, on her 62nd birthday, they gathered in her small compound — and surprised her with a key.*

*A brand-new house. Bought and built by all five of them.*

*“We know you never had much,” Segun said, holding her trembling hands. “But you gave us everything. You gave us a home when we were forgotten. And now, it’s our turn.”*

*Gloria couldn’t speak.*
*The woman who once cried herself to sleep wondering if she’d ever be called “Mama” now sat surrounded by five grown men calling her “The greatest mother in the world.”*

*She didn’t just adopt five boys.*
*She raised five kings.*

*Source: Rosy world CRN*

Black Sherif: "I wanted to feel like I was chasing something meaningful, so I escaped to Accra to pursue my passion for music."

"My parents didn't support my passion for music, so I felt the need to lie about it. I told them I was going to stay with my cousins in Tema. They expected me to go straight to university after high school, which was the norm, and I was supposed to study marketing."

"The following year, I did enroll in university, but by then, my music was starting to gain recognition in Accra. Back in Konongo, I was already known as a local star; I had been dancing at weddings, and people were familiar with me. After high school, I fabricated a story for my mom, claiming I had been accepted into university and needed money to move to Accra."

"With that money, I went to stay with my cousin and began freestyling in Tema. To be honest, I just wanted to feel like I was pursuing something meaningful."

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Meet Master Damien Agossou Degbo, a West African kung fu master who brought ancient Chinese martial arts to his homeland of Benin. Inspired by Jackie Chan films at the age of 13, Degbo was mesmerized by the grace, strength, and philosophy behind kung fu.

He joined a local martial arts club and trained rigorously four times a week. His dedication earned him a scholarship to the legendary Shaolin Temple in China, where he underwent intense training in kung fu, tai chi, meditation, Chinese calligraphy, and traditional arts like tea ceremonies and lion dancing.

Returning to Benin, he founded the Super Shaolin Club, now the largest Chinese martial arts institution in the country—and possibly all of West Africa. Located near Cotonou, the club trains around 350 students, both boys and girls, in kung fu, tai chi, and meditation. Degbo’s goal is not just to teach self-defense but to instill confidence, discipline, and cross-cultural understanding in his students.

Now a cultural ambassador, Degbo uses martial arts to build bridges between China and Africa. “Sharing kung fu helps young people understand values like harmony and respect,” he says.

Whatever you can't stop will automatically stops you...when I told some people to desist from taking too much ALCOHOL,they responded to me YOU NEVER START . Yesterday I was starting my small generator in my resident here in Abuja, one of my neighbors came back and started dancing as the generator was steaming ,I later went out and off the generator,my neighbor now rushed to me an asked"who was that musician"? Me I told him it was DJ Yamaha generator featuring Dangote petrol..
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Prologue

The ballroom went completely silent. Not the kind of quiet that came when people paused their conversations, but the horrible kind where everyone stopped breathing at the same time.

Thousands of wolves stared at me like I was some kind of freak show. The fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling made everything look golden and beautiful, but all I felt was darkness eating me alive from the inside.

I stood there in my simple sundress. The dress my mother had sewn for me with love, hoping I would find love and acceptance from my fated mate today.

I thought it would make me pretty. I thought it would make me good enough. I thought maybe, just maybe, someone could love a girl like me. A girl without a wolf.

But now the dress felt like a joke. Like I was wearing a costume that screamed how ****** I was for believing in happy endings.

Alpha Richard Brown stood in front of me. He was tall and strong and everything an Alpha should be.

Just some minutes ago, he had looked at me from across this same ballroom. His beautiful eyes had made my heart race with hope.

For one perfect moment, I thought maybe the Moon Goddess had finally smiled on me.

Now those same eyes looked at me like I was garbage.

“You?” His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. He wanted them all to witness this. “You think you’re good enough to be my Luna? You think you can stand beside me and lead my pack? You think someone like you deserves to carry an Alpha’s blood?”

People started laughing. Soft giggles at first, then louder and meaner. I heard my own pack members laughing too.

These were people who had watched me grow up. The people who bullied me, who looked down on me even though I was the beta’s daughter.

“I—” I tried to speak, but my throat felt like it was full of broken glass. I had practiced what I would say to him. I had stood in front of my bedroom mirror and rehearsed words of love. But now I could barely remember how to talk.

“Look at yourself,” Richard said, his voice getting quieter, but somehow everyone still heard him perfectly. “Eighteen years old and you still don’t have a wolf. You’re empty inside. What could you possibly give me? What could you offer my pack except weakness?”

His words were cruel, and my knees wanted to give out. My hands started shaking. Someone in the crowd whispered, “Poor thing.”

“The Moon Goddess marked you as broken,” Richard kept going. “You have no wolf. No strength. No purpose except to show everyone else what failure looks like. Did you really think I would lower myself to mate with something so incomplete?”

Incomplete. That word echoed in my head like a bell ringing over and over. It wasn’t just mean. It was true.

I was incomplete. I was the girl who couldn’t shift when everyone else ran free under the full moon. I was the daughter who brought shame to her family. I was the pack member who didn’t really belong anywhere.

“I thought—” I whispered.

“You thought wrong.” He cut me off, fast and final. “I, Alpha Richard Brown of the Silver Moon Pack, officially reject you, Jane Biller, as my mate. You have no claim to my heart, my pack, or my future. You are nothing. To me. To my pack. To the Moon Goddess herself.”

When he said those formal rejection words, something inside my chest snapped. It felt like lightning striking me from the inside. I gasped out loud, and the sound echoed through the silent room.

“I always knew she was cursed...” someone said among the cowards.

“Poor Alpha Richard, having to deal with that...”

“Her poor parents, how embarrassing...”

“What was she thinking?”

“To think the beta’s only child is this useless.”

I couldn’t stand it. I had never thought I could be humiliated like this. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my father, the beta, standing tall and proud beside our Alpha.

“Father,” I whispered, reaching out for the one person who should protect me. But when I looked into his eyes, what I saw there stopped my heart cold.

I had always known he didn’t love me the way he should. I had always felt his disappointment. But this? This was something else entirely.

The hatred burning in his gaze was so deep, so complete, that I realized I had never truly understood how much he despised my very existence.

“Do you think I will offer you my helping hand, Jane? Stop this pathetic display—you’re humiliating yourself,” he snapped. “Even as your father, I regret the day you were born.”

I couldn’t breathe. My hand went to my chest. It hurt so much. How could my own father say this to me?

He wasn’t done hurting me. His face grew meaner.

“If I could erase you from existence, I would do it without hesitation. You’re nothing but a stain on this family’s name—worthless garbage that I’m ashamed to call my own.”

My world fell apart. My legs felt weak. His words kept playing in my head. Trash. Garbage. Nothing.

“Ha!” I made a sound that was part laugh, part cry, and part scream. My hands shook as I tried to stop the tears.

But the more I tried not to cry, the more my body shook. The crazy laugh kept coming out because I didn’t know what else to do. What did you do when the person who should love you most told you that you were nothing?

“You have said well, Beta,” my rejected mate said, nodding like he agreed with every cruel word. “No one could accept a daughter like that. If I were the one, I would also be disappointed.”

Now it wasn’t just my father—it was him too. The man I thought I would spend my life with now stood there, backing up my father’s hate.

Two people who were supposed to love me, protect me, care for me. Instead, they had teamed up to tear me down.

I felt like I was drowning. Like I couldn’t get air into my lungs. How had I become so alone? How had the two most important men in my life decided I was worth nothing?

“I know no one can accept her as a mate,” my father said. People around us gasped and whispered. “What I didn’t imagine was that she could be matched with someone as powerful as you. The goddess must be blind.”

That was it. That was the final blow that broke me completely. My father had just told everyone—the whole pack—that I was so worthless that even the goddess had made a mistake. The whispers grew louder. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, judging me, agreeing with him.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone hated me. No one wanted me to exist. No one thought I deserved to be here, to be alive, to be anything.

My feet moved before my brain caught up. I turned around fast, pushing past people who stepped back like I might dirty them just by touching them. I had to get out of there. I had to leave this hell before it killed me.

As I reached for the handles, I heard Richard talking to the crowd like I was already gone:

“Let this be a lesson to everyone. The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes. Some people are born to lead. Others...” He paused for dramatic effect. “Others are born to remind us why being strong matters.”

The doors slammed shut behind me. The sound was like thunder. It didn’t just shut out the ballroom. It shut out everything I had ever known. Everyone I had ever loved. Every dream I had ever dared to dream.

I stood alone in the fancy entrance hall. My reflection stared back at me from the shiny walls. I looked like a broken girl in a beautiful dress.

The silence here was different from the ballroom. This was the silence of being completely alone. Of being abandoned.

I walked out into the cold night air. I knew my wolf slumbered, waiting for the storm that would wake her— and when she rose, the world would tremble.

I knew that I would come back to this place years later. Not as the broken girl begging for scraps of love, but as a force of nature that would make them all remember why they should have treasured what they threw away so carelessly.

All I knew was the taste of tears and the weight of being rejected. The sound of my own footsteps echoed as I walked away from everything I used to be and toward everything I would become.

Behind me, the music started again. The dancing continued. The party went on like I had never existed at all.

But I did exist.

And someday, they would all remember my name, and I would make sure they paid.

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The first night I saw my best friend with my husband, I did what they never imagined... They were both in the bedroom...
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MY BEST FRIEND STOLE MY MAN

CHAPTER 1

If somebody had told me that the person who would destroy my life was the same person I used to share my clothes and secrets with, I would have laughed in their face.
But now, the only thing I laugh at is my own stupidity.

My name is Amaka, and my wedding was in two weeks.

I had the man. I had the ring. I had the aso-ebi colors picked out. I had my best friend by my side — or so I thought.

It was a hot Wednesday morning in Enugu. I remember clearly because NEPA had just brought light and I was dancing in my towel, holding my phone and playing “Baby Riddim” by Fave. My cheeks were hurting from smiling too much. Obinna, my fiancé, had just sent me money for my gele and shoes.

“Nne, I want you to look like a goddess that day,” he said. “The whole world must know you’re mine.”

God knows I loved that man.

Chiamaka, my best friend since secondary school, was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone and laughing at a meme.
“See this one,” she said, turning the phone to show me a picture of a bride whose makeup looked like she fought with a clown.

I laughed. “Chia, that can never be me. My makeup artist is charging sixty thousand.”

“Ehen? So now you’re a big girl, eh?” she teased, throwing a pillow at me.

We laughed like that for minutes. Two friends. Two sisters. Or so I thought.

I didn’t know she was laughing because she already knew something I didn’t.

That morning, Obinna called. His voice was deep and warm. “Have you eaten?”

“No,” I smiled. “Waiting for you to bring me food.”

Chiamaka raised her eyebrow and whispered, “Tell him to bring for both of us o!”

Obinna chuckled over the phone. “Alright. I’m coming with your favorite — nkwobi and cold malt.”

When the call ended, Chiamaka looked at me with a sly smile. “You’re lucky o. This your Obinna, he’s sweet die.”

I nodded. “He is.”

She stood up. “Let me go bath. I want to look fine before he comes. You know your man likes seeing fine girls.”

We laughed again.

But in that laugh, something shifted.

I didn’t catch it then. But now, thinking back, I see it clearly. The way she looked at me. The way she said “your man.”
There was something in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

That evening, when Obinna came, I noticed he didn’t hug me the way he used to. It was quick. Cold. His eyes darted around like he was hiding something.

He handed me the nylon bag. “Your food.”

“Thanks baby,” I smiled, trying to hold his hand.

He pulled it away too fast.

Chiamaka came out wearing a short gown that hugged her in all the wrong places. Her makeup was too much for a simple evening, but she walked like she was on a runway.
Obinna’s eyes followed her for a second too long.

I noticed.

I pretended not to.

We all sat in the parlor and watched a movie. But Obinna laughed at jokes that weren’t funny. He barely looked at me. When Chiamaka stood to go get water, his eyes followed her again.

My heart skipped.

Something wasn’t right.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I lay on the bed while Chiamaka snored beside me. I stared at the ceiling and asked myself one question:

“What if love is not enough?”

To be continued….
Oluchi Onyeaghala